p style="text-align: left;" Curly here. Got a lead on where ol' Danno's been hangin' out. Now seein' as our boy's got some real legit power to play with, it ain't gonna do no good with the usual routine of chargin' in with my horse With No Name and my trusty five-shooter (can't fit anything in one of the cylinders but otherwise it never lets me down). What this situation calls for is for extra /br / Any minute now it should be comin' in. Called in a favor from Lawn Gorilla, he's got a hand on the good shit. And here it comes, exactly what I need to take on some second-rate dandy and his magic typewriter, an oil tanker armed to the /br / Wonder what the hell the driver wants. "Oh hey Curly, how you doing?" "Can't complain. What's with you?" "Lawn Gorilla sent me if you need a reinforcement. It's Marty." "Who?" "Marty, from Bad Hare Day?" "'Fraid I don't recollect. "Remember, I was the guy who went to dealership Tim's dad worked at, got him to let me have a test drive and then stole it?" "No. But let's just get this damned thing over with."br /br / -br /br / A few hours later and halfway to Amsterdam's hovel, we seem to have run across the first sign of interference. A gaggle of random nutballs stormin' down the street. Looks like that one Stormtrooper is callin' the shots. Ah, classic ameteur style, takin' a famous goon, givin' 'em a name and declarin' 'em a wholly brand new and original character, do not /br / "Evenin' gentlemen. What can I do ya for?" Luckily I still brought No. 5 with me, freein' up the main load to save for the Big Kahuna himself. "Halt, bounty hunter, we have orders not to let your kind go any further." "Yeah well seein' as I ain't got such orders I'll just be goin' on my merry way." "Then you leave us no choice. Unclecide-playing nerds, flank the vehicle. Mr. Slice Dice, full-on ahead towards the /br / The guy in the rubbery blade costume steps up. "My name is Mr. Slice Nice, if only my own creator would remember that." Oh, he plannin' to take me down with a sobfest? Nope, he's chargin' right at me, and now the nerd are advancin'. Not a problem as my calcium-enforced fists know how to take care of this situation. And oh hey, Marty's managin' to hold up too, he knows kung fu for some /br / Naturally when ye're dealin' with a guy with knives for arms, you don't wanna take it. So I'm bobbin' and weavin', we're getting closer to the tanker, and Slice Dice or whatever takes a swipe at me and end up puncturin' the /br / Now he must have caused a spark or somethin', since the whole damn truck exploded! Still, the explosion took out all these troublemakers. Still again, my stockpile's gone. Oh well, looks like I'm gonna have to make do. Danny knows I'm comin' for him, so this is gonna have to end now. Reader beware (or at least I think he was a reader), you're in for a fight! (for lack of a decent rhyme) Ah hell, let's go./p